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Room 137

Where the imaginary world takes over
There I sit at the end of the bed
And I watch you lie, I see you fade into a dream
Stretched my fingers, but they can't
Reach far enough
And I hold on to you
But you're just fading even further so it seems
Untill someone saw behind those lies
And broke the wall around your hidden land
She cut off your pretty wings
And you came tumbling down
Not knowing who to be
Cause being yourself, it never was quite you
Still I sit there and I look at you
You're cowering, ashamed
And hiding in the deepest corner
I run out of this frightening place
A glance over my shoulder, now
I'll run and won't look back
My angel died tonight, he
Descended and he died inside
Of my ocean, in my head, He filled me with passion
But now he's gone...
Water my wounded finger-tips with your tearful eyes
And heal my heart again, before I'm dead..